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Alcuin had never asked Phedre to tell him exactly how it felt to lose him. It was better not spoken of, he'd thought. He knew well enough the grief of loss, but what he had felt at the abrupt absence of Delaunay's presence in his life had been tempered somewhat by his own death, by his arrival here on the island. It had always felt like a slow, dull ache rather than something sharp and stinging.
He had not been without his foster sister since he was twelve years old. She had lived without him - for ten long years, in Terre d'Ange - but she had been a constant presence in his life for a long, long time. That is, until this morning.
They had both known, even before they began searching. Phedre was not one to leave without warning, and certainly not in the middle of the night, and from her and Joscelin's bed. But still, they searched, and finally forced themselves to admit the truth. She was gone.
Alcuin did not know what kind of comfort to offer Joscelin, and felt helpless for it. He did know that for a Cassiline, he needed some time in solitude most like, and so Alcuin dismissed himself, wanting to give Joscelin time for private grief without feeling that he must provide the comfort of his silent strength for Alcuin's sake.
And though he could have gone to a lover, or even a friend, fallen into the comfort or distraction of a sympathetic embrace, there was only one place that he felt drawn to. Thus he found himself at Elua's temple, stepping into the garden and fighting back a wave of despair. He couldn't help but feel Kushiel's presence and wanted to fall at his feet and ask why it seemed like so much he loved kept being taken away.
Instead, he dropped to his knees at Blessed Elua's feet, and wept.
[OOC: For anyone who needs to be told about Phedre's disappearance, this would be a good time - as such, late tags are certainly welcome. Oh, and here is a description of the temple/garden.]
He had not been without his foster sister since he was twelve years old. She had lived without him - for ten long years, in Terre d'Ange - but she had been a constant presence in his life for a long, long time. That is, until this morning.
They had both known, even before they began searching. Phedre was not one to leave without warning, and certainly not in the middle of the night, and from her and Joscelin's bed. But still, they searched, and finally forced themselves to admit the truth. She was gone.
Alcuin did not know what kind of comfort to offer Joscelin, and felt helpless for it. He did know that for a Cassiline, he needed some time in solitude most like, and so Alcuin dismissed himself, wanting to give Joscelin time for private grief without feeling that he must provide the comfort of his silent strength for Alcuin's sake.
And though he could have gone to a lover, or even a friend, fallen into the comfort or distraction of a sympathetic embrace, there was only one place that he felt drawn to. Thus he found himself at Elua's temple, stepping into the garden and fighting back a wave of despair. He couldn't help but feel Kushiel's presence and wanted to fall at his feet and ask why it seemed like so much he loved kept being taken away.
Instead, he dropped to his knees at Blessed Elua's feet, and wept.
[OOC: For anyone who needs to be told about Phedre's disappearance, this would be a good time - as such, late tags are certainly welcome. Oh, and here is a description of the temple/garden.]